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Posted on June 2, 2010 at 02:43:18 AM by Arthur & Pendragon
”The water’s going down” Pendragon observed from his perch on the bedroom windowsill, yellow feet resting against the stone, whilst his sharp talons dug into the mortar, causing dust to fall down onto the polished wooden floor. Arthur nodded, opening the cupboard in the corner of his room to reveal the stand for his breastplate and shoulder armour. Turning back towards the bed he picked it up from amongst the covers, crossed the room once more and positioned it carefully on the stand, before closing the doors too once more. Next to this cupboard stood his wardrobe, and Arthur began to undo the fastenings on his padded shirt, ”It’ll be a while though Pen, things can never go back to the way they were, I, of all people, know that.” The bird bowed his head, bright eyes looking back out through the window pane as Arthur put his jacket onto a coat hanger and placed it back into his wardrobe. “I’ll head back over to the Lab in the morning, Pen” the young King continued, and this time it was the raptor’s turn to nod. Pulling his shirt off over his head, Arthur sat down on the bed, throwing the item clothing into the corner of the room, before lying back, his arms crossed behind his head, staring up at the ceiling. ”You’re worried about her, aren’t you?” Pendragon asked, reading his master’s mind as he flew across the room to land on the bedside table, where a silver chalice, filled with spiced wine stood. “Yes” the boy admitted, running a hand through his hair before returning it to its place behind his head, “It’s the waiting that’s driving me mad, we know Mallos will be coming back, we know that there are more curses to come, its all so damned inevitable and there’s nothing I, we, can do about it, its infuriating.” Pen nodded again, before starting to clean his feathers with his beak, “and then this thing with Lil, then its not the certainty which is driving me mad, but the not knowing, not knowing what might happen to her and the growing feeling I’m getting that, whatever it is, its something I can’t protect her from.” He heard footsteps outside the door, but paid no attention to them, sitting up instead and leaning back against the headboard of the four poster, his arms folded across his body. Slowly, one armed reached up, and Arthur’s fingers closed around the goblet, he sat for a while, the base of the cup resting on his thigh, before slowly raising it to his lips and taking three large gulps of the red liquid, before returning it back to its position on his leg. There was a thoughtful expression on his face, and his front teeth dug into the flesh of his bottom lip, brow furrowed in consideration. Even Pen, with his psychic link, had no idea about what his master was thinking, but he reckoned that he could make a pretty good guess. Lilith. It was always about Lilith. Arthur & Pendragon
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